Pligget Little to say for myself |
Wednesday, March 26, 2003 Absent FriendIt would have been my Dad's 81st birthday and 51st wedding anniversary today, had he not died 40 months ago.I'm sitting here treasuring the memory of the last minutes I spent alone with him - the day before the operation from which he never regained consciousness. He was as gentle, considerate and shy with me that day as he always was with everyone he met, and I clutch that image of him to my heart. As my own life tumbles on, putting more distance between that day and this, I gain an ever stronger impression of just how much he loved us all. I'm really pleased that my Mum, who was in love with him from the age of 16, and who so cherishes his memory, can endure the pain of his loss and still have an eye on her future life. As I write this she's probably making a few enhancements to the scale model she's made of her self-designed dream bungalow (complete with removable roof and lift-out attic rooms), and looking forward to her next chance to see her four dear friends from her Cambridge days. I salute you Mum and send you my love, as I'm sure do your other three sons, your 10 grandchildren, your sister and your many nephews, neices, cousins and friends around the globe. posted by Plig | 10:12 |
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